Here we go again.
Zheng Qing really wanted to complain. You were just a thought—what did you need pride for?
When trouble came, the proper thing to do was seek help from your True Self at light speed!
But after giving it some thought, he gave up on arguing with the cat.
He had often turned into a cat before, so he knew that feline thinking was utterly different from human thinking—they were stubborn and obstinate. To stalk a single prey animal, they could pretend to be a statue and remain perfectly still for an entire hour; to retaliate against a pigeon that dared flaunt itself before them, they could chase it across half a city, through three streets, over two walls, and finally squat on its windowsill until nightfall.
Arguing with such a creature would only make it more steadfast in its beliefs. It would never change its mind.
So he looked at his nose, and his nose looked at his heart.
He offered no comment on the cat's remarks.
He merely kept flipping through the blue-covered copy of Universe Ascends Through Tribulation Response Exam in hand.
The pages turned softly beneath his fingers.
As it happened, he came upon several new notes.
The ink was fresh, as though it had just been written—
"—If I clearly write in the book that I should beware of 'Meatball' outside the window, then given 'my' caution, I certainly won't look outside. Perhaps once I enter the bookstore, I'll immediately pull the curtains shut... But that isn't necessary... Though outside the window is dangerous, the view is also wonderful. Just looking a few more times can save hundreds or thousands of years of bitter cultivation. Even taking some risks would be worth it."
Zheng Qing nodded faintly as he read this.
That